The Tears of Syria

Warmonger

Regardless of the administration,

the war mongers push their legislation,

all compiled with disinformation,

pushed by anchors for indoctrination.

Why are you in the Syrian nation?

your presence there an abomination,

we see through all your twisted summations,

the trade you halt for their strangulation.

The terrorists armed by those you stationed,

the ones employed by privatization,

engaged in war and extermination,

for Syrian oil your concentration.

The illegal wars, your determination,

the bullets and bombs, your occupation,

the crops you burned to cause starvation,

the million’s dead by your operation.

We see your crimes, criminal fixation,

the war of terror, your cultivation,

but you’ve made a huge miscalculation,

for karma will bring your own damnation.

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The Activist Poet

About this Poem: The United States has led a terrorist war on the Syrian people since 2011 with a coalition of war criminals from the U.K. and E.U. through the Middle East. The U.S. military still occupies the oil producing areas of Syria and are boldly stealing their oil while supporting terrorist elements against the people of Syria in 2022.

Occupation

Occupation

Curled up in a little ball,

a boy from wounds of scorn,

vitriolic barbs embed,

where the spirits torn.

Terror enslaves the region,

population displaced,

his world now run by monsters,

in such a barren place.

He wakes to broken buildings,

but pangs of hope remain,

although in truth its dire,

brought on by the insane.

Food is scarce while safety’s worse,

water is fouled by hate,

occupation of his home,

by a terrorist state.

Swarms of Bullets whiz his ears,

as bandits bomb the land,

while captors answer pleas for help,

with a stinging hand.

Defiance is his weapon,

in eyes the real pain,

childhood gone, long ago,

taken by those insane.

Yet in the shadows distance,

in country side of tears,

shouts ring out within his heart,

to chase away his fears.

For in the storm that’s coming,

are hero’s strong and brave,

the army he’ll embrace again,

when they all are saved.

With terror’s back now broken,

the fighter’s power through,

restoring old foundation,

by bave-ry proud and true.

Jubilation sings its soul,

as welling tears bring joy,

dancing in the streets again,

for this orphaned boy.

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Edited Aug 21st, 2021

About this Poem: I wrote this poem during the liberation of Aleppo. It’s based on the belligerent occupations and injustice being experienced by the people of Syria, Palestine, Iraq, Yemen, Libya, and all other nations who have been under attack by US Imperialism, European Colonialism and their belligerent attack dogs.

Western Mainstream media also lies to its audience about what is really happening in foreign affairs. They have become the Orwellian ministry of propaganda for western Imperialism and by doing so, destroy the fabric of democracy in their own nations.

The following lines were a part of this poem but edited out. They remain here in the authors notes as a statement of truth.

“Lies are swallowed in the west,

by apathetic minds,

compassion lost, morals gone,

while moving forward blind.”